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With only a week left here in Nevada, I couldn’t picture leaving without a last trip to my favorite wonderstone sites. Because, ya know, you can never have too many rocks to haul when you move. So on one of the first sunny and actually warm days in months I headed out for a day on the rocks. While my present camera isn’t the best, I did get some pics that will give you an idea of what’s out there.

Part of a good day out.

When I got to the publicized site, I was amazed to see the traffic. The first time I ever went to the location mine was the only rig there. And so it was all that year. This time I just shook my head and passed by all those people at the main site and traveled out further where the rock is colorful, but not the pink and yellow of the one I would go back to later that afternoon. I was out to get some of all of it. And I did.

With just a few days left until I head out for Oregon, and a few strength limitations, I was cautious about picking up the boulders I wanted. If I’d had a jackhammer with me, I could have taken half a hill of beautiful stone. As things were – I picked up only one actually too big to carry stones. The rest were of varying sizes. From 3 fist sized to a few just small stones with nice banding.

At my first stop the stones were pretty vivid.

The second site I visited had the pink and yellow stone that the place is known for.

And of course the boulder. I had fun getting this thing back to the rig. Trust me on that one. I’ve carried heavier, but this was a struggle. It’s pretty thick and I’m turning into a little bit of a whimp. Still – this is the one I HAD to have.

Of course, summer is usually a rockhound’s biggest hunting season, but there’s a lot nature does to help us celebrate that night the spooks and goblins break through their vortex and invade us here on earth. If you don’t believe it – I have the proof right here.

There are some pretty spooky places attached to where people go to hunt rocks — and they aren’t all ghost mining towns and eerie graveyards.

Where else will you find as spooky a place to be close to dark than this location in Succor Creek, a favorite rockhound hangout. You can’t look at Screaming rock in the near dark without a chill or two running down your spine.

And exactly who is this that has been sent from the netherworld to protect a great crystal hunting area in California? If you’re in the area near dark, you can almost hear the banjo playing.

It’s not just places that are ripe for the halloween loving crowds – it’s the rocks themselves that lend us such a willing hand at decorating for fright night.

Bat cave, in Oregon, isn’t just an apartment complex for the local bats. It’s also full of jasper just screaming to be cut and included in the season’s decorations.

Where there is someone celebrating Halloween, there’s need for a Jack 0′ lantern. This agate nodule takes on that job for Halloween rockhounds very finely.

Along with ghosts and goblins, and spooky places – Halloween isn’t complete without some form of zombified remains. What could be more apropo for the savvy Halloween celebration than a diseased, leaky, lesioned brain?

It’s so great that nature is so willing to help chill and thrill us on the night we unleash reality and run with the demons. If you have any natural spookers – please feel free to post them in the comments!

Fire season here got a little hard to handle for awhile, so I decided near the end of August to take a little run around Nevada for awhile. I decided to head for Wells, drop from there to the Ruby mountains, continue on down to Ely, then take hwy 50 back.

In the Wells area, the wind was formidable. It surprised me, as I would not have expected it to be that windy, especially not in late summer. Along with the wind was incredible dust. I like to travel with windows down, but after just a few minutes of back roads I decided to roll the windows up. Too late. The inside of the rig was dusted – thickly, and closing the windows just sent the dust into the air in choking clouds. So I figured out which windows to open and how far to keep the dust out of my face and things went a little better.

I headed toward back roads to do some exploring. There were a few that were pretty well maintained. The offshoot 4WD roads were not as well kept. Many were washed or pitted enough that I couldn’t drive them. There was a lot of jasper (a NV usual no matter where ya go). I’ll spare the usual pic of a red and yellow jasper and show you a few of the lively greens from the area.

The one in the middle is actually blue rather than green. It’s also got a strange texture to it. It’s almost as opalite like as jaspery. In the long run, though – it’s jasper. The big green chunk to the right of it really excited me for a minute. It looks like wood. It’s not, though. It’s just the way it layered in the mountain that gives it that look. Still a nice chunk of jasper, though, so I was pleased with it.

There was a lot of opalite up there. One location had a lot of this pink opalite. This piece is about 6 inches across. Some of the opalite is very brittle and will shatter easily. Some is rather hard – this piece has a fracture or two but it basically a hard piece.

There was a lot of obsidian up there. There were also a lot of Apache tears – many were the size I’m holding. And yeah – I do know my hands are dirty. Playing with rocks does that. I’m thinking anyone interested in this article probably spends as much for soap and emery boards as I do. One of the hazards of the field.

While I did spare you all another pic of the red and yellow jasper which seems to appear almost every place you go in NV……at least Northern NV – I did feel it proper to add a picture of the Nevada agate from there, which also seems to be scattered across the upper part of this state. This was a pretty common find, but had some patterning that seemed might be pretty when cut.

After leaving Wells, I descended south to the Ruby Mountains. When you get back up into those mountains, you’ll find some absolutely beautiful scenery. Even during the late summer, these mountains were very green and, in spots, actually lush. There’s a lot of lakes in the upper regions. There’s also a lot of pegmatite. I was hoping to find a little beryl when I was up there, but that didn’t happen. I did go to two locations where beryl has been found, but one would have taken digging, and the other was just expansive. I did hike around and found a few rocks with garnet type crystals in them, but didn’t see any beryl. I’m pretty sure a few more days in the area might have turned up some, though.

The rock in one of the areas was almost more granite than pegmatite. It was a blue green, though, that would be perfect coloration for beryl. This is from the location that I thought digging might reveal some crystal. As you can see, the smaller sample actually looks more like massive beryl than quartz. Haven’t really tested it yet, but don’t need to test to see that it will make a nice cab.

The pegmatite from the other area a few miles north of this one is laced liberally with mica. I picked up a few small mica books around an inch across or so. Not huge, but nice chunks for decorating gardens. Not sure if you can see the little crystals in the following pic or not, but they seem to be low grade garnet. I could be wrong. I would think anyone in that area that puts in the time might come up with some nice crystals of some sort or other.

The next day found me in Ely at Garnet Hill. I proceeded to the park area at the top of the hill where I was incensed by what I found. I’m amazed that this area is still open to the public. The top of the hill is covered with digging holes. Many, many trees have been rooted and people have left the holes without filling them back in. Really – people that careless should not be allowed off of sidewalks. What they think they’re doing is way beyond anything I can fathom.

Anyway – I walked around for a few minutes, shaking my head at the mess. The whole top of the hill is nothing but rock fragment, and underneath just rocks to chip at. I stopped at one beautiful little tree that had been rooted and filled the hole back in. I did find one fairly nice garnet while filling the hole up, so got a little reward for trying to save the little tree. Then I proceeded downhill and hunted via my usual method for finding garnet. I got a relatively nice score. While the pic doesn’t show the color, these are an intensely deep wine red. I might be able to get the color to show after cleaning off matrix rock and cleaning them up a bit. As you can see, they’re generally nice sized garnets even if the beautiful color doesn’t show up.

As I was leaving a family with two little girls had parked and were just starting the hunt. These little girls were extremely excited and there was no way they were going to be digging in that hard rock above, so I showed them how to hunt for the stones on my way out. I hope they got a few nice ones.

I left Ely to continue my trip via hwy 50. My next stop was Eureka, and I found I hadn’t brought my information on the area. I wanted to hunt for the trilobite fossils in the region. So, I stopped in town to ask around. I talked to several people but nobody seemed to know what the heck I was talking about. For some reason I can’t quite put my finger on I found the place a little eerie and opted out of staying for the night and continuing my hunt there in the morning. Someday I might go back when I am not traveling on my own and have my information about the area with me. At any rate, I headed for Austin.

It was almost dark when I reached Austin and there was only one room left in town. I was considering taking it, when someone had heard me say I’d camped all nights but one on my trip. She asked me if I knew there were hot springs there. Hot springs? Oh yeah – I’d rather do that! She gave me the directions and I spent most of the night sleeping on top of my rig where I fell asleep watching that spectacular sky out there in the middle of nowhere, parked by a nice hot tub of running water.

The next morning found me in a little cafe in Austin having a chat about blue agates with an interesting man with sharp intelligent eyes, and a long silver pony tail. He reminded me of Gandolf and I immediately liked him. After lunch and some stimulating conversation, I headed out to look for Airy Mt agates……….which are not on Mt Airy. Go figure. I’d never have found them with just the information I had. The man at the cafe had over-estimated my eyesight when he gave me a landmark to look for, but at least I was on the right road.

Not seeing the landmark, I doubled back and saw something out in the distance that I thought might be what I was told to look for. So I headed down a 4WD path. I got up even with the marker, but saw I was on the wrong path. Still – I wasn’t planning on staying on the road anyway, so got out of the car. I immediately picked up two blue agates off the path and decided that whether I was in the exact location or not, I was close enough and did a little hiking……….and a little picking up rock. I had pulled these out of a bucket of water take the pic so the cement is a little wet, but the agates are basically dry in the pic.

When I had had enough hunting, I made my way back to the rig, and as I got ready to leave, I suddenly saw the landmark that I’d been told to begin my search at. The next time I go out to the Austin area I will know where to start my hunting. And I will go back there. I will also be studying up to see what else can be found in the vicinity. With a hot springs and blue agates, I’ve got at least one night and one day covered.

So all in all, I had a pretty great trip. There were a few disappointments and a lot of very great views and great rocks and hot springs to offset them. I’m hoping the weather holds long enough for the next trip I want to take to explore the Black Rock Desert.